So here's my spiel before anything: I don't own Hetalia, I don't own the characters (Mr. Hidekaz Himaruya owns it all!) I am doing this because I want to work on my writing skills. It is not for monetary gain, etc.

Enjoy!

There was something that he was forgetting. But Alfred could not put his finger on it. There was just something that he needed to do. What was it? It was gnawing at his brain. The North American nation could not shake the feeling off that he was forgetting something very important. Very important. Not even as he walked into the conference room for the meeting that day.

He walked past a couple of nations on his way to his seat by England and France. Some were sleeping – particularly Greece – and others were just chatting with each other; though could Russia "chatting" with the Baltic nations really be considered chatting? Especially since all three were shaking and quivering as if in an earthquake?

America sat down, greeting both England and France; he received a "you wanker" and a kiss/wink combo, respectively.

"Hey dudes," America started, "do you feel like you have forgotten something? I mean something really important? You know?"

"You're being an idiot again," England scoffed.

"Whatever do you mean, Amerique?" France questioned.

"I don't know," he said, as he sipped on his mocha chai latte coffee stuff that he got from a McDonalds down the street, "It just seems that there is something . . . wrong. Like I forgot something extremely important."

"Maybe it's where you put your car keys . . . again."

America shot England an annoyed glance, right before pulling out his Thor keychain, which held every key he needed alongside a miniature Mjolnir figure.

"It's not that," he said bluntly.

"Well maybe you forgot the girl's name you made love to last night," France wrapped his arms around himself, making weird and frightening kissing noises.

"Uh . . . no. Definitely not that."

America sighed. He knew it was something important. However, before he could think any more on the subject, he heard a German's voice yelling close to his year. Germany was up on the podium calling the meeting to order.

"America?" the European nation asked.

"Uh . . . yeah?"

"Would you like to come up here and begin this meeting? Especially since you are the one hosting it?"

"Oh yeah!" America jumped out of his seat, grinning widely.

Germany sighed, as he made room for America to walk up to the podium.

"Hey guys! So we're here to talk about stuff! And how to better the planet and stuff! So listen up! Yeah!"

Who is to say how many people in the large meeting room slapped their heads with their hands – besides Germany and England – and who just lightly laughed at America for his "boisterous" personality. (Because how many people were able to speak correct English – mainly due to it not being their first language.)

As America sat back down, Germany took the stand once more, rubbing the bridge of his nose. America could hear him say something about headaches, but he just shrugged it off.

As Germany went forward with the meeting, America was finally able to think about what he was forgetting. He looked around the room, gnawing on the edge of his pen. Russia was still scaring the Baltic Trio, while Romano smacked Spain away from him. Italy was talking about his plans for making pasta for lunch to Japan, as the island nation just nodded and smiled. France was holding back a laugh, as he poked England in the cheek with his pen. The British nation cursed under his breath, swatting France away, telling him how "un-gentlemanly" he was being.

America could not find anything wrong. All of the nations who were attending the meeting were here. France, England, Japan, Italy, Russia, Germany . . . hell, even Prussia was in the corner shooting spitballs towards Austria, with an annoyed Hungry reaching for her frying pan.

There was just something. . .

"OH SHIT!" America jumped up, knocking over his chair and almost England too. The whole meeting room fell silent as America grabbed his coat and briefcase, and ran towards the door.

"America! Where do you think you're going! We're in the middle of a meeting!" Germany shouted, after getting over the shock of America yelling.

"Canada's house!"

"Canada's house?" England questioned, looking around the room, "But isn't he here?"

"Why there Amerique?" France asked, getting up.

America whipped around, looking straight at England and France, "Guess who's not here. And guess what day it was on the first?"

Instantaneously, England and France's faces were shocked and terrified.

"Oh shit!"

"Oh no! Mon cher!"

Following America's lead, both European nations ran out of the room towards the parking lot, with Germany yelling after them all the while.

"What the hell was that for?!" He growled.

Germany then caught his brother's eye. Prussia only shrugged at him, while unenticingly sending a text on his phone.

"Well at least without those three," the albino nation pointed out, "we won't have to worry about the meeting going over time again!"

As he started to laugh, Hungary finally hit him upside the head.

Germany, ignoring the fact that his brother was out cold, continued the meeting.

'Well at least mein Bruder makes a point.'